Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 353 The Story of Santo Domingo (Part 2) [8.6K]

"Hahahaha!"

"Did you hear what that idiot said?!"

"Holy crap, how come I didn't think of such a awesome line?"

Everyone in the Sixth Street gang, including the drunkard, was amused.

The description "bursting into laughter" is not an exaggeration at all.

The neighbors around the neighborhood looked even more terrified when they heard the laughter of these Sixth Street gangsters.

Santo Domingo has been occupied by the Sixth Street Gang for a long time... It would be one thing if they were just plundered for a little money normally, but as the gang's numbers have grown, many members of the Sixth Street Gang have started to cause trouble by provoking others, all for the sake of money. In everyone's eyes, this rock kid's reckless behavior has led them to a point of no return.

Lin Yue lowered his eyes and watched as the drunkard from the Sixth Street gang wiped his hand on the rivets of his leather chair, the guy pressing the muzzle of his gun against Lin Yue's chest—

Clearly, his hearty laughter had left him somewhat oxygen-deprived.

"I said…"

The drunkard patted Lin Yue's chest. "Didn't you know this was Santo Domingo? **(an insulting term for Asians)?"

Lin Yue, however, was thinking about how well-done the guy should be.

Lin Yue was very clear about the gang's management system. Most of the Sixth Street Gang's leaders were not aiming for the small profit of extorting protection money from the market. The reason why the Sixth Street Gang in Night City was one of the major gangs was that it was best at group-based crime and the sale of weapons and cybernetic bodies.

Many members of the Sixth Street Gang also participated in "normal" production and business operations, and the few in front of them were probably the most authentic kind of thugs and hooligans.

In the eyes of the Sixth Street Gang, there was nothing to gain from the market, so naturally, they turned their attention to the poor people. They didn't care how difficult life was for the people there, and they completely failed to understand the principle of moderation.

Lin Yue wasn't actually angry about this kind of clumsy provocation—

Instead, his peripheral vision swept over all the creatures in the area.

The presence of these wicked, low-level thugs left the locals looking as if they had lost their parents. In their eyes, the fearless and reckless Lin Yue would give them an even better excuse to retaliate.

Even the boss who had initially tried to stop him was silently stopped by other neighbors, but he still managed to push the guy's hand away and walk over to the group of Sixth Street gang members—

"Hey buddy, do you know Miles?"

Sixth Street Gang felt someone suddenly appear beside them. The drunkard glanced at him and remembered that this guy had just started arguing with him. In his eyes, this rock kid could be slowly manipulated, but this stubborn boss had to be shown what the Sixth Street Gang's methods were like.

"Are you talking about the Miles on TV, or the Miles I played with at the motel?!"

"Hahaha—"

Suddenly, a cold mechanical hand pressed down on the boss's fleshy neck. The leader of the Sixth Street Gang pressed him down hard until his knees and waist were bent.

"Massimo, playing the hero comes at a price."

The boss's Adam's apple bobbed, and with an awkward smile, he grabbed Lin Yue's arm, trying to pull him out of the center of the "dispute".

"Don't fucking move, you think you're so great?!"

The Sixth Street gang member slammed the boss's arm with the butt of his rifle. The excruciating pain caused his already unsteady stance to buckle, and he immediately collapsed to his knees with a thud…

"[Darius Miles] and I have some acquaintance, buddy, don't go too far."

The boss could only stagger to his feet, trying his best to put on a sinister expression.

However, Lin Yue saw the mockery and disdain in the eyes of these Sixth Street Gang thugs. Gang management is generally vertical, similar to a subcontracting system with several responsible persons and an overall leader. There are many power struggles in gangs, mainly because one of the branch leaders has accumulated enough power and can kick out the gang at any time.

Darius might not even be from this area, so it's understandable that even the lowest-ranking thugs wouldn't give him a second thought.

Good heavens, this is probably the most awesome person the boss knows.

Sure enough, these thugs immediately dampened the spirits of the neighbors.

"What the hell does Darius, the chemical fanatic who makes those beta-acids in motels and has a bunch of flour vendors under his command, have to do with me?!"

“I remember giving you face, Massimo.”

"Tell that bitch to get over here right now and lick my shoes. You take your fat ass and get the hell out of here, or we'll have to come to your doorstep and tell everyone, okay?"

Massimo's expression changed upon hearing this.

The Sixth Street gang thugs around him, guns drawn and watching the spectacle, sneered in hushed tones. A Sixth Street gang soldier, pistol in hand, leaned close to his ear and said, "Mexican fatso, I'm just discriminating against you bastards, what are you going to do about it? Do you think you're some kind of veteran of the Sixth Street gang?"

"Don't kid me."

The gun patted Massimo's cheek.

"You piece of trash who had a leg ripped off by Valentino's gang, keep an eye on your wife and kids, no matter what—uh?!"

A large hand suddenly pressed down on his throat, and the Sixth Street Gang members around him instantly panicked!
"My darn thing!"

The Sixth Street gang leader felt a strong suffocating sensation on the top of his head, as if his head had been stuck into a machine tool. Iron clamps were tightly gripping his throat, and just one more push would completely destroy the electronic trachea!

"Don't!"

Massimo's flustered expression seemed genuine.

Perhaps because of his panic, he clearly saw the rock kid's actions. In fact, the seemingly logical actions were actually premeditated.

He thought the rock singer had gone mad.

"You're going to be ruined!"

"Really? Then guess who will be crippled first, your boss or me?"

The rock kid had a harmless smile plastered on his face. The Sixth Street gang around him were shouting fiercely, but none of them dared to approach, because the guy they were eating with was still in his hands.

Massimo was stunned—

When he was young, he had seen a man in a gang fight. That guy was the future leader of the Valentino gang. He had a kind of intimidating aura about him, like anyone who had blood on their hands.

Is it an illusion?

"Don't even move!"

The Sixth Street Gang soldiers' first reaction was to turn their guns on the neighbors!

So they were afraid too...

Lin Yue became even more certain that he had made the right choice.

Once he started, Lin Yue wasn't going to stop; that was his usual habit.

A few thugs from the Sixth Street Gang were caught in the chaotic market...

That's perfectly normal.

Massimo's suppressed voice came through, "No, bro...please don't."

However, this seemed like a signal to attack. The hand of the Sixth Street Gang leader in Lin Yue's hand immediately went limp as if it had lost its bones, and the gun fell to the ground. He let out a shrill scream.

"what!"

How to amplify pain is the first compulsory lesson for counterintelligence departments.

The methods used during interrogation will be based on the structure of the prosthetic body and the densely nerve-rich areas of the human progenitor.

The soldiers of the Sixth Street Gang didn't need their boss's orders; they just rushed forward and tried to cripple him as soon as they saw him make a move.

No need for cybernetic bodies, nor for the killing techniques used against the military on Badlands.

A simple grappling move would be enough to give these guys a run for their money.

Keep in mind that what stands before them are monsters whose physical and reaction points transcend the mortal realm.

In a flash, Lin Yue's hand, like a venomous snake, slithered up to the Sixth Street Gang soldier who was raising his rifle butt and trying to smash him down. He grabbed the idiot's neck, as if catching a bag of flour in mid-air and then throwing it to the ground!
Snapped!
The neighbors had never heard of a person hitting the ground making such a loud sound in their lives!

The scattering of the neighbors gave Lin Yueteng room to maneuver and also gave the Sixth Street Gang the opportunity to create distance and fire.

They could certainly fire without cybernetic implants, but with the Sixth Street gang also swarming in, the thugs, hesitant to act rashly, mostly fired warning shots.

"Kill this son of a bitch!"

Shouting loudly doesn't necessarily mean using ruthless methods.

Lin Yue pulled the guy over like he was grabbing a chick. No one saw how he moved so quickly. The simple air lunge looked like teleportation to these people!
"Don't... bro..."

The speed of the soft material exceeded Lin Yue's expectations.

So he gave the guy a smile, seemingly warm, but the scoundrel's heart sank.

That's it, I'm doomed.

Sure enough, Lin Yue gave this man's spine a good lesson.

Several clever members of the Sixth Street gang immediately realized what was happening, grabbed their guns, retreated, found cover, and began firing.

"not bad…"

Lin Yue suddenly hunched over.

He grabbed the unidentified rifle beside him, released the safety, and began to move and fire with a slide step.

"crazy!"

The people in the market had never seen anything like this before. They just thought that the kid had really messed things up, and they all wanted to crawl behind the abandoned shipping containers.

Massimo was pulled back by the woman from before, his eyes filled with worry. The mercenary man wasn't concerned about whether he had been insulted—

That kid from out of town…

Damn it? !
In the blink of an eye, that kid slid in and bounced up with fluid grace, and several more Sixth Street gang bastards were already rolling on the ground around him...

It wasn't the prosthetic body that was working; it's just that this kid clearly had experience in street fighting, and his fighting style was based on the most basic and unsophisticated techniques.

Bullet efficiency is at its lowest in street shootouts, so Lin Yue's accuracy is practically bleeding these people dry. After firing just one shot, Lin Yue can tell the approximate deviation of the bullet trajectory...

He didn't aim to kill him, but instead wounded a thug's thigh with his second shot. After he got up, the Sixth Street Gang soldiers on the other side of the cover were stunned and were knocked unconscious with a rifle butt before they could even fire.

Three minutes, just three minutes.

The thug who was brandishing a pistol and firing wildly behind them felt his legs go weak for the first time. He tried to run, but the collar of his bulletproof vest was grabbed...

Lin Yue kicked the guy in the back of the knee, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

With Lin Yue standing there, looking around, and soldiers in standard torture positions at his feet, the courage of the other six gang members completely vanished.

"Are you still playing?"

The scene fell silent instantly…

People craning their necks to look in this direction exchanged bewildered glances.

"If I didn't have some skills, of course I wouldn't have come to Night City, right, you buddy who called me an outsider?"

The Sixth Street Gang soldiers knelt at his feet, trembling, and screamed in despair—

"Damn it! No, no, no!"

The icy touch made it feel like my head was about to be cracked open any second.

Lin Yue slowly moved his face away from behind him, without looking at the specific person, and said in a strong voice:

"If we let these people go today, some of you will still suffer their humiliation and even endless retaliation."

"What you do is up to you."

Lin Yue held the pistol on his thumb, quietly waiting for the echo from his surroundings.

Massimo never expected a rock musician to be so awesome. Remembering how he'd just ripped this guy off for thirty euros, he broke out in a cold sweat…

No one spoke, and no one made any move.

Lin Yue chuckled softly and didn't say anything more.

Self-help is the best solution in the world...

You can't rely on others.

Sure enough, someone is about to take action.

Beside Massimo.

The woman who had just been threatened by the gang had cracked lips, clearly terrified. However, her trembling face and the panic in her eyes gradually turned into rage.

She just wanted to survive, and when even this simple request was not met, she naturally couldn't bear it.

Lin Yue had no choice but to distribute the conflict among everyone.

Or rather, he was the outlet for the conflicts in this impoverished land, and now the gun must be returned to them…

Lin Yue sensed someone approaching from behind, but before he could even look, the gun in his hand was snatched away.

Then came a woman's low growl and the sound of gunfire, mostly inaccurate, a chaotic jab of someone with no shooting experience.

Even at such close range, the Sixth Street gang thugs still suffered several deadly bullet holes in their backs…

The woman, looking at the weapon still emitting blue smoke in her hand and the crimson stains on the ground, completely broke down.

She tossed the gun away as if it were a hot potato.

pat.

The gun fell to the ground and flew a long distance.

This was like a signal to start, and Lin Yue took a few steps back, surrounded by neighbors rushing forward.

Evil must be retaliated with evil...

It took Lin Yue a long time to understand this principle when he first arrived in Dogtown, Night City.

When the system is corrupt and crime becomes a legitimate means, remaining kind is often a sin.

Lin Yue sighed inwardly; these people were mostly not shot, but beaten to death with fists and kicks…

The power of the group is enough to tear everything apart.

……

The market hasn't been this lively in a long time.

Sixth Street Gang?
Please help! Nobody here has ever seen anyone from the Sixth Street Gang!

If you're really in a hurry...

Perhaps we should check the trash cans? What if they were disposed of on the street by some other gang?
People disappear every day in Night City, and it has nothing to do with the market.

The woman still got the medicine, even though Massimo was a little reluctant to part with it, because she needed to get treatment anyway…

Lin Yue wouldn't pay a few hundred euros. There's no need to be a pushover. The most important thing is that he should actually be very poor.

"You used to..."

Lin Yue's treatment was naturally different.

A garbage vendor had brought over a can of ice-cold beer, the water stains and grime on it wiped clean. Lin Yue was able to drink a rare Santo Domingo beer, even though it was industrial beer.

“Atlanta, the gangs fight fiercely there. When I have nothing to do, I write songs and sing, but... I have enemies and can't make it here, so I came here.”

An enemy that even this kid couldn't handle, I'm afraid...

Massimo picked at his teeth. This guy was a seasoned gangster; he wasn't going to return the money to Lin Yue.

According to this guy, someone as awesome as him would be awesome anywhere.

Lin Yue didn't mind these things, and over time, his relationship with the neighbors became much closer.

"Thank you."

Overwhelmed by fear and immense pressure, the woman collapsed onto the table, weeping helplessly.

The neighbors around fell silent.

"How about... we try to find a way to get your husband's money back?"

"That's insurance compensation after all..."

"Come on, given the company's nature, that money might not even be there."

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, but the woman was only more distressed.

The bitterness and coolness on Lin Yue's tongue felt like he was slowly swallowing these people's complaints.

No one was dressed neatly or presentably; some were even filthy, the glistening stains on their clothes appearing so real.

But it was much cleaner than the spotless floors of Arasaka Tower.

They may not be good people, but they are definitely not bad people.

Exaggerated dreams and a violent orientation turned ordinary people who couldn't move the city into casualties.

"what happened?"

Lin Yue felt he should ask, as it might also help with songwriting. From his current perspective, he could only use words to announce these things to the public; that was all the rock kid could do.

"What? Are you going to take revenge on the company?"

The vendor who didn't get along with Massimo shook his head like a rattle-drum.

Lin Yue laughed and said, "You could say that? After all, singing and scolding them is also part of my job, isn't it?"

There was an older woman with dark circles under her eyes, seemingly due to aging in some modules of her brain-computer interface, and she always had poor sleep quality—"Young man, with skills like that, why don't you join a gang? Maybe..."

Yu Guang seemed to sense the angry glares from the neighbors. The old lady patted her mouth and quickly stopped herself from saying the rest of her sentence.

“Gangs are all about risking your life, living one day at a time, but things are different now. I have my own band and I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Everyone seemed afraid that the gang would have another guy like Lin Yue. Even though they knew that Lin Yue was the kind of guy who wouldn't bully the lower class, they still felt a bit bitter. After all, no one wanted someone who stood on their side to join an organization that would bring them pain.

“Bands… I love listening to Pacific Voice the most. The songs there are energetic and good for killing time.”

"Is rock music the kind of music that screams and yells?"

"You don't understand anything, that's called a black voice!"

The neighbors teased and joked with each other, and Lin Yue felt that this was the true nature of human relationships in ordinary society.

If it weren't for the scars from his severed prosthetic body and the cybernetically-inspired outfits of the people around him, Lin Yue would have felt like he was sitting in a residential compound chatting with the elderly folks buying groceries.

"So you want to know about that incident so you can write it into a song to teach the company a lesson, right?"

"Is this okay?"

After a long silence, Massimo reached out and patted the woman's shoulder to comfort her, his words full of concern.

"what's up?"

Seeing Massimo's expression, everyone immediately realized what was going on and hung their heads in silence.

Seemingly afraid of disappointing Lin Yue, who had just rescued them, Massimo quickly added, "It's not that we don't want to talk about it..."

"A media outlet came to our place five years ago? I forget?"

"The York family didn't receive any compensation from the company, so they reported it to a performance newspaper. And what happened? That reporter hung himself on the York family's door that very night. The next day, he found a middleman in Night City to try and leave the border, but I heard that he was run over by a truck before he even left the city."

Lin Yue gripped the jar, making a snapping sound.

Although the specific details of this matter are unknown, just listening to the subsequent procedures, it seems to be a standard company intervention tactic of covering up the truth.

"Whether it's useful or not, you'll only know after you write it down."

Lin Yue lit a cigarette. "To be honest, the company has already dealt with me—I'm not afraid of being bitten by lice, and the biotechnology company has failed to get rid of me."

At this moment, someone finally realized what was happening—

"Wait, you wouldn't happen to be that band from Stone Street in the south a few days ago, would you? K...K-A?"

"KIA".

Lin Yue added with a smile.

The man immediately jumped up, "Holy crap! I heard the company sealed off the whole area, and it's causing quite a commotion."

Lin Yue tore open his leather jacket, revealing a bandage wrapped around his chest.

"The shot was fired right here."

His expression was as casual as if he were talking about what he ate that day.

Everyone curiously crowded around, even the crying woman looked up, wiping her snot and tears streaming down her face.

"Holy crap! That's fucking awesome!"

"You little brat, aren't you afraid of dying?"

There was admiration, confusion, and even more reverence.

Lin Yue pulled up his leather jacket—

"No one is unafraid of death, and I am too."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly not quite understanding this contradictory statement.

"But I'm even more afraid that the company will keep us quiet, that no one will dare to speak up, and that these people will be allowed to do whatever they want over our heads."

Massimo lowered his head for the first time.

He felt ashamed, embarrassed, and even... a younger, more promising guy was doing everything he could, while he was still pretending not to hear.

The other neighbors all had the same expression.

Their only concern was that their family and friends would be implicated.

"Pour me a glass of water."

Massimo let out a long sigh of relief. "I'll speak."

After they started, several neighbors volunteered.

"I'll take it. I'm only in it for myself. If you've got the guts, let the company destroy me!"

"I'll take care of it! My wife beats me every day, I can't take it anymore—if I'm going to die, I'll have the company fire me! We'll get a divorce tomorrow."

"I'll do it. Everyone knows you and your wife make quite a fuss every day!"

Massimo was somewhat taken aback, but a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

This is perhaps a different kind of scenery that you can't see when you're racing cars and chasing girls in your youth...

"Let me explain. We've investigated this matter in every single household. Look at this guy... uh?"

Lin Yue added again, "K".

"K, whatever you need to know, the neighbors can add to it."

Just then, someone handed Massimo a clean can filled with water.

"what time is it?"

Suddenly someone asked for the time.

"Uh, four o'clock in the afternoon—"

Lin Yue was completely confused. What did time have to do with this?
Upon hearing the time, Massimo moved the water jug ​​aside, preparing to speak.

Lin Yue could only suppress his doubts for the time being and listen patiently.

“I can tell, K, that you must have investigated this matter before coming here to find us.”

Massimo had a knowing look on his face.

Lin Yue nodded and stopped hiding it.

"Indeed, a small energy company ran into trouble. I heard they're building a plant in the west to restart operations, so I wanted to see what was going on."

Massimo laughed self-deprecatingly, "No, no, man, that's not some small energy company."

"No one but Peizhuo Petrochemical can shut so many people up."

Everyone who heard the name couldn't help but shudder.

Peizhuo Petrochemical?!
Lin Yue's surprised expression was immediately replaced by understanding. That made sense; no one except large companies would dare to do something like that.

"So... what exactly happened? I only found out that someone died, and the company didn't offer any compensation. The specifics..."

Massimo interrupted.

"It's not just one person who died, it's a lot of people who died!"

"So many...so many that the charred corpses couldn't fit in a football field."

Lin Yue's face instantly darkened.

Massimo gritted his teeth and said, "Those bastards, the area Night City gave them to build a factory was only big enough for less than a hundred employees—guess what they did? They dug underground, claiming that some special materials have higher boiling points, so they built a closed refinery down there."

"More than eight hundred people in total!"

"The emergency evacuation method used was an old-fashioned power elevator, which doesn't have any stairs leading upwards. That would affect the city's groundwater system, and we're afraid other companies might find out..."

Lin Yue finally understood why the company was so eager to silence him.

More than 800 people were working in an underground, enclosed space, doing the most flammable and explosive chemical refining. Putting everything else aside, if an accident happened, these 800 people would just be raw meat in an oven.

Massimo didn't even need to explain what happened next; Lin Yue already knew what had occurred.

It seems that the number of people he knows is far less than one hundred, which is much lower than the actual number of deaths. This made even Lin Yue, a guy who had experienced life and death battles, feel a chill.

But if it were a normal accident, that would be fine—

“My sister was involved in a gang when she was young, and my family no longer recognizes me. She wanted to find a proper job, but unfortunately, the ground-level jobs at that place were all trivial and she couldn’t get any.”

"Workers in the underground section do not enjoy the same benefits as those at Petrol Petrochemical. They are paid in cash, do not receive additional medical packages, and receive 3,000 euros per month."

In a daze, Lin Yue saw the young rascal Massimo covering his face and crying bitterly.

It was the cry of a child abandoned by a traditional family, who cried out helplessly after learning of the death of his twin sisters.

However, reality is often the cruelest thing.

Massimo remained expressionless, seemingly already accustomed to this numb pain.

“When my sister earned her first money, my parents… they were there too.”

boom!
Lin Yueguang felt a dizzying sensation as soon as he heard it.

Some of the neighbors began to sob softly; eighteen years had passed, but the pain had only deepened.

"After that incident, everyone felt that the ground was extremely hot. The weather in August and September was like summer. People were burning down there for a while before we found out. There was no open flame, but the temperature remained above 100 degrees Celsius for more than ten days. Some people endured it for three days straight."

"Mr. K, here's what you see."

An old woman handed over a cell phone, a discontinued smartphone. Her eyes lit up, and the communication information stored in her brain appeared on the phone.

"Mom, save me."

"It's so hot here. I found the water tank, and I can barely stand up with this water. There are people knocking on the door trying to come in, but I'm too scared... What's going on outside? The signal is down!"

"My body suddenly felt much cooler, and my prosthetic skin almost melted."

"I put the money in the compartment under the record player #￥..."

"I love you, Mom."

Lin Yue looked calmly at the few lines of text.

The most solemn love a person can express is the words spoken at the moment of life and death.

"and then?"

Lin Yue felt a surge of pain, a pain that seemed about to transform into sharp words and phrases, tearing the company's facade to shreds bit by bit.

Massimo said, "People died, and the company shifted the blame to smaller companies, refusing to acknowledge these people as company employees. Later, it was defined as illegal employment, and people were not protected. This is Night City's official answer."

"A legislator worked towards this goal; his name was..."

A skinny young man raised his hand and said, "Jefferson."

Massimo suddenly realized, "His wife is a very gentle woman; she got us compensation—"

"Jefferson tried his best, but in the end he only managed to get money, 7000 euros per household."

Lin Yue was speechless for a moment.

Jefferson?
It was him.

It seems that Jefferson's approval rating was indeed closely related to his behavior.

It's just unclear whether this struggle involves the company's underhanded dealings. Even congressmen have to consider the company's weight. Jefferson is just an "orderly" guy in this world, so it's hard to say whether he's good or bad.

"Where's the money? Didn't you get it?"

Seven thousand euros is enough to make life comfortable for the city of night.

But everyone's clothes seemed quite shabby.

“Everyone received their first advance payment, and it varied from household to household; ours was one thousand euros.”

Someone has provided the answer.

The irritable old man continued, puffing on his cigarette, "When my daughter's money was transferred to my account, the company's people immediately came to my door. There were just too many clauses in the contract."

"One of the conditions is that you give up your right to the ownership of the remains, otherwise you won't get the money!"

The body was abandoned.

I'm afraid this is not as simple as an accident... The company's actions are always purposeful. If the cause of death could not be determined from the body, they certainly wouldn't have been so considerate as to help the neighbors bury the body.

However, in this era, abandoning the body is not an excessive demand.

"It seems like things are over here, isn't it, K?"

Massimo sighed.

"The deaths weren't an accident; it was an employee's way of getting rid of these people for the company. Night City discovered irregularities within the company, and it was too late to evacuate the equipment and personnel. Other companies were also putting pressure on them, so they simply burned everything down to the ground and be done with it—"

Lin Yue no longer knows the specifics of how the investigation was conducted.

But when Massimo got to this point, everyone's faces showed anger and helplessness—

This is one of the few times they've shown their shared scars to outsiders.

The matter is not over yet.

What's even more outrageous is that if someone continues to investigate after the contract is signed, the condolence money that everyone should have received will not only be stopped but also recovered!
And that's exactly what the company did.

"Are you so sure it's Peizhuo Petrochemical?"

Lin Yue wanted to know how the neighbors had uncovered the mastermind behind this.

"That's because after the factory had problems, one of the people in charge of imposing martial law came from Santo Domingo. He worked for Pedro Petrochemical. If it weren't for the risk of losing him because we grew up together, we wouldn't know anything."

So many years have passed…

“We no longer crave money, nor do we dare to seek revenge, K.”

Massimo appealed to his emotions.

"This is a very dangerous thing. They are not street thugs who fight to the death, but a pack of wolves through and through, greedy wolves."

"If you try to obtain your legitimate rights, they will tear you apart, render you immobile, and take your life at any moment!"

"Yes... young man."

The older folks were all rambling on and on.

"Let's just forget about it. You've already helped everyone get revenge. This matter has long been forgotten, and no one would believe it if you told them."

"The main issue is that you're new to Night City and have been targeted by several companies—it's not worth it, everyone's already taken advantage of."

The more this happened, the angrier Lin Yue became.

Massimo stared silently at Lin Yue.

The bitterness that people show on the surface, and even their choice to reconcile with the past, are actually all expressions of resentment.

"I can't bring my neighbors down with me, but I'm willing to make the company pay the price."

Lin Yue stood up.

This field trip was very fruitful, and it was also the first time he found meaning in life through another identity.

Today's rock kids need to use drumbeats and rhythms to tell these stories to more people—

Those companies that care about their reputation will be thoroughly exposed.

Hope shone on everyone's faces...

I don't know who took the initiative to contribute money, but the scattered euros were all proof that they wanted to do their part to support Lin Yue.

Looking at the large pile of loose change on the table, each family just wanted an explanation.

Of course, he wouldn't accept the money, and Lin Yue felt he couldn't stay there any longer...

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to control that kind of anger based on human nature.

In the end, all that everyone remembered was what the rock kid said.

“I’m in Santo Domingo, and you don’t need to come to the bar or the show to see me. My voice will be on the radio.”

“I will help you collect these debts from the company.”

He simply finished the expired beer before he left.

Nothing was left behind except a silhouette.

That's it.

……

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　Darius Miles: Darius Miles is a member of the Sixth Street gang and a drug dealer. He runs a beta-acid trafficking ring in Arroyo, which collects raw materials and ships them to the Dewdrop Inn motel's laboratory. Miles is listed as the NCPD's most wanted man for his drug trafficking ring and murder.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)